From the safe
To the door
To the nails in the floor
To the secrets in store, rotting
From the pills
To the thrills
To the random chills
To the point where I hear myself laughing
From the friends
To the sins
'Till I'm empty within
'Till the memories come back that I've forgotten
To the grave
To the end
To the message I send
'Till I've finally hit the bottom.
-Robert Blakeley
PS. Yes, I named two poems the same thing. I lost this one and found it after I wrote the other one.
